Must Be Bobby

Song Must Be Bobby
Artist RZA
Album Digital Bullet

Lyrics

作词 : Diggs
Bo-bby, Bo-bby,
Bo-bbyBo-bby
Bo-bby, Bo-bby,
Bo-bbyBo-bby,
Bo-bby, Bo-bby,
Bo-bbyYo,
BobbyYo, yo,
RZA BobbyYo, yo,
RZA BobbyB-
Bobby, yoHit the bodega for a 40 ounce son,
Garcia Vega
Two bags of chips, and one pack of
Now and Laters
Flame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buck
Only thing keep a nigga calm is a good fuck
Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wet
Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net
With their clothes off, son when the gun goes off
I'm bound to play
Napoleon, and blow a nose off
Your Sphinx, your stumble rap style, your flow's off
Like Kunta, tryin' to run with his chopped toes off
Unchallenged sword
I yield the storm rider
Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin' long fire
Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin'
Those who can't draw the crowd is still tracin'
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted
Heavy as the hammer of
Thor you can't lift it
So tense, bitch there's no defense
This four-four inch'll make you jump the fence
Right eye squinted;
I speak brok-len
EnglishStumble off the cold four-oh of old
English Wu brew
Two-two inside the shoe
No describin' what this heat, in my jacket could do
I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed
Bow down to the great
Bob Digi Digi
Yo, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
I keep rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with
TofuSit in the sun six hours then
I charge up like
GokuDragonball
Z, imagine you're raggin' me
That's like walkin' through a
Blood hood flaggin' a
CNot, tryin' to tell you how much weight we carry
It may get, every snake in the tri-state buried
Plus, Feds had one add, sayin'
I gun traffed
I sold twenty million records bitch, some laugh
Fresh shafts of morning dew on
Nancy Drew
Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn't figure the
WuYou loaf of bread head, keep a sober head
One point five million years my overhead
Yo, yo, it must be
BobbyYo, yo, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
BobbyYo, check, yo
I keep MC's puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle
Ice cold forty ounce drink 'em down with one guzzle
Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back
Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack
A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms
And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm
I be spreadin' knowledge keepin' my third eye polished
Never, chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet
You must be
Bellevue son
I walk with twelve jewels
Afford anything this world could sell you
Beats that the change the style'll rearrange ya
BZA-Bobby!
I'm strikin' you like
Beatlemania
Yo, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
BobbyYo, son, it must be
BobbyBZA-buh,
BZA-wha',
BZA-BobbyFuckin' up the mic is still my hobby
F-fuckin' up the mic is still my hobby
Yo, yo, it must be
Yeah yeahBo-bby
Bo-bbyBo-bby

Pinyin

zuò cí : Diggs
Bobby, Bobby,
BobbyBobby
Bobby, Bobby,
BobbyBobby,
Bobby, Bobby,
BobbyYo,
BobbyYo, yo,
RZA BobbyYo, yo,
RZA BobbyB
Bobby, yoHit the bodega for a 40 ounce son,
Garcia Vega
Two bags of chips, and one pack of
Now and Laters
Flame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buck
Only thing keep a nigga calm is a good fuck
Looseleaf cigarettes be dipped in wet
Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net
With their clothes off, son when the gun goes off
I' m bound to play
Napoleon, and blow a nose off
Your Sphinx, your stumble rap style, your flow' s off
Like Kunta, tryin' to run with his chopped toes off
Unchallenged sword
I yield the storm rider
Clip full of ruffledtip fastactin' long fire
Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin'
Those who can' t draw the crowd is still tracin'
The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted
Heavy as the hammer of
Thor you can' t lift it
So tense, bitch there' s no defense
This fourfour inch' ll make you jump the fence
Right eye squinted
I speak broklen
EnglishStumble off the cold fouroh of old
English Wu brew
Twotwo inside the shoe
No describin' what this heat, in my jacket could do
I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed
Bow down to the great
Bob Digi Digi
Yo, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
I keep rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with
TofuSit in the sun six hours then
I charge up like
GokuDragonball
Z, imagine you' re raggin' me
That' s like walkin' through a
Blood hood flaggin' a
CNot, tryin' to tell you how much weight we carry
It may get, every snake in the tristate buried
Plus, Feds had one add, sayin'
I gun traffed
I sold twenty million records bitch, some laugh
Fresh shafts of morning dew on
Nancy Drew
Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn' t figure the
WuYou loaf of bread head, keep a sober head
One point five million years my overhead
Yo, yo, it must be
BobbyYo, yo, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
BobbyYo, check, yo
I keep MC' s puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle
Ice cold forty ounce drink ' em down with one guzzle
Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back
Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack
A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms
And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm
I be spreadin' knowledge keepin' my third eye polished
Never, chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet
You must be
Bellevue son
I walk with twelve jewels
Afford anything this world could sell you
Beats that the change the style' ll rearrange ya
BZABobby!
I' m strikin' you like
Beatlemania
Yo, it must be
BobbyOh, no, it must be
BobbyYo, son, it must be
BobbyBZAbuh,
BZAwha',
BZABobbyFuckin' up the mic is still my hobby
Ffuckin' up the mic is still my hobby
Yo, yo, it must be
Yeah yeahBobby
BobbyBobby